leasves are green are turning brown
this silent wolrd keeps turning round
the simple charm that your beneath
seems as far as he can be
all i say is show me the way to be as good as this day
sweet songs blended together it's a remorse for stormy weather
the hand that reaches to my face cloaked in silver and in lace
and all i want is the chance to be a spirit and to be as good as this day